You hummed to yourself, setting up your rifle. You glanced up at Keegan, who stood at the edge of the roof, looking down at the crowd below.

"Keegs, my darling," you called, knowing he hated when you talked to him like that. "What are the readings?"

You chuckled and slipped down onto the rooftop on your stomach, making the necessary adjustments.

"Ah, I see him. They're driving pretty fast, huh?"

You blew a bubble from your cinnamon flavored gum, smirking.

"But not fast enough..."